Today My Elephant Has Behaved
Which is nice, you know? Because when you're on annual leave and your only job is to sit in front of a blank screen every morning and push an elephant up a hill in a rickety wheelbarrow, then it helps when the bastard sits still.
THE LEE =
I am afeared. I am scared that my story is dull, and unsalvageable, and forced. I am afraid my transitions are clunky and my descriptions sparse and unimaginative. I'm convinced I have nothing new to offer or say. I'm terrified I have forgotten the way to make long bows short, and arrows fly straight. I am horrified by the very real possibility that I don't know Sam Winchester nearly as well as I need to, in order to tell this story. I am aghast at the way that awesome scenes in my head fall apart en route to the screen. I have a sneaking suspicion it happens somewhere around the keyboard. WTF IS UP WITH THAT?
Do you know what all this self-doubt and clumsy ineptitude means, people? Yeah. *nods* Pretty much nothing at all. It just means I'm writing a fic. *shudders* Actually, it's worse than that. It means I'm writing a First Draft.
GOD, I HATE THESE WAFTY ARTLESS MOTHERFUCKING THINGS.
But hey, it's November. So in the spirit of the NaNo, I'm just gonna keep writing. All that scary stuff? I'll deal with that in December.
*gives y'all the thumbs up*
How're the rest of you holding up?
THE LEE =
I am afeared. I am scared that my story is dull, and unsalvageable, and forced. I am afraid my transitions are clunky and my descriptions sparse and unimaginative. I'm convinced I have nothing new to offer or say. I'm terrified I have forgotten the way to make long bows short, and arrows fly straight. I am horrified by the very real possibility that I don't know Sam Winchester nearly as well as I need to, in order to tell this story. I am aghast at the way that awesome scenes in my head fall apart en route to the screen. I have a sneaking suspicion it happens somewhere around the keyboard. WTF IS UP WITH THAT?
Do you know what all this self-doubt and clumsy ineptitude means, people? Yeah. *nods* Pretty much nothing at all. It just means I'm writing a fic. *shudders* Actually, it's worse than that. It means I'm writing a First Draft.
GOD, I HATE THESE WAFTY ARTLESS MOTHERFUCKING THINGS.
But hey, it's November. So in the spirit of the NaNo, I'm just gonna keep writing. All that scary stuff? I'll deal with that in December.
*gives y'all the thumbs up*
How're the rest of you holding up?